The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... and turning to face the table, hitched her skirt higher to expose her pert rounded bottom. “Come on then,” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me hard!” Reaching between her legs, she moved her thin thong aside to expose her slit to me. It was dripping, oozing with silvery moisture, primed for the entrance of my cock. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I kicked my trousers and boxers off and positioned myself behind her, feeling her hot juices sizzling on my throbbing, purple cock head. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I proclaimed as I pushed my cock past her moist pussy lips and drove it forcefully inside her. She felt so good. She was hot, wet and her cunt muscles gripped me as soon as I entered her. I stabbed hard, holding tightly to her hips and driving myself deep as Jess pushed back against me. Her body began to quake and her breathing quicken as my penis stroked her fast and hard. “Ooh, you feel good, just right. Oh yes, there, right there,” she murmured as my cock stroked her. My sexy wife was highly aroused and the only thing stimulating her was my cock, nothing else. I was enough for her. That was all I needed to know. Stress alleviated, I let go. The pressure in my balls was released as my sperm catapulted from them. I pushed further as I came, crying out with the sheer pleasure of my climax. Jess began to twitch. Her cunt muscles went into spasm, gripping my cock, squeezing out every last drop of cum. She came hard, jerking out her orgasm with force. Climax over, I ...

... collapsed over Jess’s back. I withdrew slowly, loving the way she deliberately contracted her muscles around my slowly deflating manhood. Once disengaged, I turned her around to face me. “I love you Jess,” I whispered, kissing her face and neck. “Me too. I’d be lost without you.” “I’m sorry Jess,” I uttered. “Look, this new toy of yours…” “…can go to the back of my wardrobe and stay there.” “No Jess, I don’t want that.” I didn’t. Not anymore. Confidence restored, my spent penis stuttered back to life as images of Jess and her strapless strap-on swam through my mind. I imagined her moving up behind me, pushing her rubber cock against my puckered anal sphincter until I relaxed enough to take it. I was no longer jealous of that artificial erection; I wanted it. I was ready for that ass fucking. The big question was, had I blown my chances? “Jess?” I asked cautiously. “Yes?” she mewed. “Do you think there’s a chance you could, you know…” “Fuck you up the ass with my new cock?” Her face exploded into a Cheshire Cat grin. “Do you want me to?” I felt light headed for a second as all the blood rushed straight to my penis sending it skyward. Jess smirked. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.” Taking a firm hold of my rapidly swelling cock, Jess led me towards the stairs. I was about to be fucked in the ass and not with a beer bottle, or a finger, but with a fat eight inch cock which would be protruding from my wife’s vagina. Oh fuck, oh fuck! “Are you nervous?” Jess asked. I shook my head. Lies! ...